And that's why we have the 2nd Amendment.

Chuck Norris is not afraid of the dark, but the dark is afraid of Chuck Norris.

1985 was the year for Over-the-Top Action Masterpieces. Arnie had "Commando", Sly had "Rambo: First Blood II" and Chuck Norris has "Invasion U.S.A.". If the idea of Chuck Norris in a denim tuxedo sporting Uzi's akimbo turns you on, this movie is for you.

It's technically an awful movie, with some of the worst plotting, dialogue, and acting committed to celluloid in the last hundred years, but it's swimming in a hysterical soup of cheesy 80s action / Reagan-era paranoia that gives it a dash of guilty pleasure value. One to watch with lots of junk food at 3 AM on Saturday night, but under no other circumstances. Chuck Norris wrestles an alligator.

The film's main problem is simply the lack of action scenes and how ruthlessly boring it is. It's less Chuck Norris kicking ass, and more pointless scenes of his everyday life in Florida, as well as the various nightmares that plague the terrorist Rostov. Trying to make this into a psychological thriller of sorts was NOT a good idea. However, I will give it credit for a completely over-dramatic, simultaneously ridiculous and awesome ending that I still remember to this day.